A/N: Hi guyss! Dei is back in full swing! Yay! So yeah, I am gonna continue this story because I really do like it! So, here is the second chapter of Enchanted.

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Blaise was still confused over the spell he'd been under. He was completely shocked that one, no one noticed and that two, when Weasley got him alone long enough to cast that spell! He sighed and rubbed his temples. Begrudgingly, he admitted to himself that he did miss the little Boy-Who -Lived's company. He always chattered on softly and always smiled sweetly. He was kind and caring and didn't seem to belong in the house of snakes. He was incredibly intelligent, so he wondered why Ravenclaw wasn't his house. But before the thought took off in the direction of another Potter-based tangent, he shook his head and concentrated back on his Potions essay. He let out another sigh. Weasley always fucked up in some way and they were always assigned extra homework.

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Harry, meanwhile, had barricaded himself in his room, hiding away from the public. The only people allowed to enter were Draco Malfoy, his brother in all but blood, and Marcus Flint, his Quidditch coach. Marcus had been held back another year and remained his captain and a close friend, despite his gruffness. A knock on the door brought Harry out of his thoughts.

"Come in." Harry's voice rang through the rooms that served as his dorm. In Slytherin, first and second years slept in communal dorms, but gained their own rooms when they reached third year. These rooms remained theirs until they graduated.

An angry looking Marcus Flint nearly ripped the door off its hinges in a fit of anger. Harry stared, shocked and he slammed the door shut and plopped himself down on Harry's bed without a word. There, he growled and placed his head in his hands.

Harry scooted over next to Marcus, putting small hands on his back. Years of abuse and neglect at the hands of the Dursleys stunted his growth, so Harry stood at only a petite 5'3" compared to the 6'2" Marcus. He rubbed small circles on his friend's back, knowing that he would talk when he was ready.

"I have detention with McGonagall. You're going to be mad at me. Bloody pissed actually." Marcus murmured lowly before giving a hollow laugh. Harry's brows crinkled together in confusion.

"Why in the name of Merlin would I ever be mad at you, Marc?" Harry questioned, knowing using his friend's nickname would calm him slightly. Marcus gave a small smile before looking Harry in the eye. He grabbed Harry's hand, confusing him even further.

"I beat up Zabini. He was talking about you to Nott. He was so rude, so vulgar! I couldn't listen to it anymore. You are not a whore who poisoned him with love potions. You are not ugly or incompetent or anything he claimed! You are an innocent, beautiful angel and I love...I mean...I..." Marcus stammered and trailed off. Harry's face took on an interesting shade of pink as Marcus stood quickly and muttered, "I didn't mean to put this on you so soon. With Sirius Black running around and Zabini and all of this shit...I'm sorry. But I meant it."

Harry looked on in shock. Marcus swooped down and placed a chaste kiss on Harry's lips and swept out of the room.

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Blaise was now in a lot of pain. In order to help himself get over the strange feelings he had for this small Slytherin, he'd ranted to Theo Nott about how Harry was a whore who had to have been feeding him love potions and that he was an illiterate, incompetent and ugly dunderhead. The next thing he knew, he'd found a fist in his face and distantly heard Marcus Flint roaring that Harry was a beautiful angel. Soon after, he passed out from the pain.

He awoke in the hospital wing with Nott by his side as well as Pansy Parkinson. Ever since the simpering idiot had realized she couldn't get with Draco Malfoy, she attached herself to Blaise like a leech.

"What happened..?" He groaned as he tried to stretch. Theo chuckled under his breath and told him that Marcus whooped his ass Muggle-style before casting several hexes and curses at him. After being told this, Blaise closed his eyes and tried to go back to sleep. Why did that raven-haired, green-eyed beauty cause so much trouble for him?

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A/N: That's all for now, folks!